HDMI No Signal ft. MCP Lyrics

Scream my lungs out to deaf ears

And waste my best years wishing I was never here

By June I'm wishing for a better year

I better fix myself but even when I'm fixed I still end up here

I still end up shattered, scattered then disappear

After I told myself I'd be stronger and persevere

I guess I'm bound to seem, like I'm to seams and threads that kept on fraying

Yet I'm way worse than I appear

I'm guess I'm bound to fail

Second chances always bountiful, I hold myself accountable but growth barely counts at all

The only time that I feel sane is when I'm taking adderall

Take my worst traits and add them all, stack them against my virtues

I could search inside my past and crawl around that vacant space

But I'll find nothing, just my past resolve

But my past is not resolved and my path has had me lost

I'm always out of place

Even in my very body, I know I'm out of place

Then I dissociate

It's like I'm stoned, but I'm sober with autopilot engaged

I'm always out of place

Even in my very body, I know I'm out of place

I either shock myself into the present or watch myself spiral into depression

From the holder of the gavel, the boulder to the gravel

My verdict eroding the grit of my travel

Living life is null when lulled by cavil

No fortitude forged, my weary mind unravels

I'm engorged and saturated

No longer animated

Exhausted countenance accounting for my aggravation

Frustrated, disappointed, disillusioned, used to constant confusion

Lifestyle of an artist, probably'll die at 21

Mental illness or a talent, shit, it's all the same to us

I can't cope with my emotions and I'm sick of lighting up

And I been drinking so much liquor that I can't even get drunk

I'm so used to feeling stuck that I might just give it up

I take about a hundred loses just to fantasize a dub

Toxic positivity, y'all say that things are looking up

But I'll always be bipolar, hate the lows, weary of ups

I'm always out of place

Even in my very body, I know I'm out of place

Then I dissociate

It's like I'm stoned, but I'm sober with autopilot engaged

I'm always out of place

Even in my very body, I know I'm out of place

I either shock myself into the present or watch myself spiral into depression

You said you always wanted more

But I gave you all I could afford

I'll take the knob from off the door

Before I ever let you back in my home

I get so low when we get stoned

Can't bear the weight of my own bones

My calls don't go through, no bars on my phone

There's not a cingular reason to feel so alone